[Mercy Merchant]

While waiting for an answer to her question about the van, Pennies turns to Ice and says, "Here is how I see it, but feel free to tell me if I am off.  We drive to near to the exterminator's building to reduce the noise, then I, at least, will go into full Hot SIM.  I know my limitations and will need that advantage.  We hop grids to Neonet and mark the host.  I think using teamwork here will help.  After we get the mark we go in and look around for the file.  We need to be quick but thorough.  Once we find the file, check it for a data bomb and remove it if it is there.  I am not sure why they would protect that sort of file with a bomb, but who knows and I would like to be careful instead of caught.  Then we edit the file to show a call out was received and a team dispatched to deal with the problem at the facility.  Good?"

[schenn]

Sounds good to me. Meanwhile I'll work my mojo and charm on the people inside so they can respond to any comm-calls the same.  Divillian looks at Requiem, noting his age. Have you ever had one of those jobs where the retiree's couldn't help but come in and tell you all about their lives? Divillian asks, reflecting on his own experiences with older humans.

[Aria]

Requiem drove sedately with his passengers in tow, careful to not exceed grid guide limits...his car was set to view GG AROs but to disallow GG overrides (a gift from Silk)...of course once he got closer to Redmond that ceased to be a concern anyway.  Pulling up at the Silk Dragon he said

"Be right back..." and slipped inside.  Sure enough one of the guys behind the desk confirmed that a courier drone had dropped off a package some twenty minutes ago and that Jitan had put it in the safe.  A trip there and to his locker and he was as set as he was going to be for this gig...short of returning home for the heavy armour and machine gun that is, hopefully this run wouldn't warrant that level of threat mitigation or they were all royally hosed!

"Ok, let's do this..."  and once more they wove into the traffic streams heading towards central Bellevue...

[Jayde Moon]

The team passed through central Bellevue and to just a few blocks north of downtown park, where Requiem had just last month spent some time with a team on a tidy run the month prior.  They eventually arrived and drove past the destination.  Eastside Exterminators was about what one would imagine it to be, a decent sized business of its type with two vans currently parked out front and space for a few more.

[Mercy Merchant]

Pennies says, "I think anywhere within 100 meters of the place should be good for us, right, Ice?  OK, I think it is about time to go under, so any last ides or questions?  Ice, so you can recognize me, I am changing my icon to look like one of the suits of this place.  You?"

[ScytheKnight]

Ice nods as she settles back. "Not a bad idea, still it would be best to run silently and avoid notice at all if possible." With that she closes her eyes and lets her mind dive back into the Matrix, this shifting data streams more familiar to her than the meat world.

This really is my home, and yet I keep running from it...

With a mental shake if her head Ice focuses on broadcasting as little as possible and gets ready to hack into the NeoNET Grid.

[Jayde Moon]

The Matrix is colorful and bright, almost too real.  Ice thrives in the environment, despite what her brain tells her.  Pennies has always been enthralled by the... 'magic' of it all.

Distant icons in far away cities dot the 'horizon' like stars.  Nearby, they can make out the personas or others going about their business, agents doing the bidding of their masters, stationary icons representing devices in the 'real' world.

Ahead and just over them is the Host for Eastside Exterminators.  Taking a look at it, they can see that it's a well built host, the business must be relatively successful.

[ScytheKnight]

Ice takes a moment to go over the information she can glean from the Host.

Ice to Pennies <<Looks like I was wrong about what Grid it was on. Lets get over onto Emerald Green and work from there, remember to run silent, not beeing seen will be easier than trying to blend in>>

With that Ice focuses laterally, her mind searching for the green hued Local Grid. Locating it she focuses on the data streams entering the grid, lines of code running throuh her mind as she spots one clearly and piggybacks on the grid hop, spoofing herself as a data attahcment.

[Aria]

Requiem sat back in his seat to watch the two hackers doing their thing. Apart from the occasional twitch all was quiet...just the way he liked it!  He took the time to look over the synth masks as they'd have to apply them before hitting the exterminators, it was simple enough, pick a face from the library, mod it and then let the box scan your face for a good fit and let the tech do the rest...

[Mercy Merchant]

Pennies also noted the host on the other grid and her matrix icon smiles.  She waits for the right moment when no one is looking and blasts onto the Emerald City grid, quickly catching up to Ice and moving as a team to the host.  Electrons sparkle as Pennies looks at Ice.  "You lead and I will be the aid, then switch?"

[Jayde Moon]

Marking this particular host is straightforward enough and the two hackers enter nearly simultaneously.  The interior of the host is sculpted to be a sterile environment with long hallways leading in circles.  Small 'drones' scurry along the pristine, white floors.

[ScytheKnight]

Ice takes a slow look around Maintining her focus on not broadcasting anything she concentrates on the task at hand.

Ice to Pennies <<I'll start trying to track down their schedual, keep an eye out in case the Host starts acting up>>

[Mercy Merchant]

Pennies nods, not wanting to broadcast more than necessary.  If Ice thinks she is good enough to find the file, Pennies is comfortable keeping a watch.

[Jayde Moon]

After only a few moments, Ice nods and begins walking down the hallway.  Both of them feel that their heels should be clicking loudly on the floors, but running silent keeps everything muffled.  Most of the scurrying drones pay them no mind.  After a moment, Ice stops before a door, clearly marked, "Schedule."

Opening the door, there are several filing cabinets, each with a name and address on them.  Obviously clients, they take just a few moments to spot their mark.  Now to put themselves on the schedule then leave the sterile host.

[Mercy Merchant]

Pennies deftly opens the file and begins to edit it to indicate a scheduled maintenance visit to the facility.